"I'm unaware of the location of the other two, they seemed to have wandered off, I found the lack of their presence beneficial, I thought to myself that the sooner they return to where they were supposed to be, the sooner I can leave. By the looks of it, it didn't seem like that I could leave to find Yoko any time soon. Wednesday has been coming up with excuses for me to stay. She knows what I'm really like but she seems to miss who she expected me to be.

'Why not kill her?', she's been asking, 'You can return to us.'. Not that it would have been a bad decision or anything, but the thing was, I didn't have anywhere to go, and she clearly can tell. Idiotically, she continued to suggest that there's a chance I can go with her, go with Enid, go with Bianca, everyone. I can go to them, my ass. 

If I go to them, god knows what next. I surely didn't have much of a chance of being welcome anywhere, perhaps I could have gone with the Addams, after all, their moves and decisions were just as unpredictable as mine. Other than that, I don't think I would have had much of a choice if I went down that road. Yoko was already pretty close to death, and there was another reason I didn't think I could kill her. Stupidly, that reason was guilt.

I have never considered her evil, nor have I considered her good. Her reason for physical violence was revenge and loyalty that couldn't have been seen by others. I had no intention or interest of killing someone who wasn't meant to be seen as a psychopath. I do think her pain is my pleasure, though, because of my species. I do enjoy watching her suffer, since she is extremely close to death, I didn't bother to make her suffer more.

Wednesday was sitting in the back seat of the abandoned car, it didn't feel right to just leave, and it surely didn't feel right knowing that she was leaning her head towards the car window looking at me. I knew that she was strong, smart and independent. Apparently she has a soft spot for me. It didn't bring me much guilt even though I am the reason that she is practically broken and that she still wants me.

It's stated that she wanted to die with me or some of that nonsense. It's nice that she felt that way, even though I am clearly not the person she wanted to die with. The person she wanted to die with was the skin I was wearing, the skin of innocence, she clearly what i was really like. What sucks was that I would never be capable of becoming the person she wanted me to be. I will always be someone with the soul of the devil, I will always enjoy the cries and screams of my victims. I'll never be someone who is able to be innocent. 

One can wear a skin but one can never become it. Since I have officially lost the ability to wear my former skin, I decided to put all that away. Wednesday was still in the car and I decided to approach it. I was curious, I wondered if anything she use to think about me was still there. I knew for sure that if she still believed that if I had a chance of still loving her, I would be the biggest asshole ever to live. 

I cared for her dearly, but I never truly believed that there was ever real romance between the two of us, but of course, she did. I'm sure she understood that I was just following orders, but still. I bent down and knocked on the car window. She opened the door and let me in. I was hoping to get something out of her, anything really. I mostly wanted to know if I should feel like a giant jerk or not. I probably should have, but I'm sure there was something that could've made me feel better.

It was cold in the car, for the first time ever, Wednesday's breath felt warm. She didn't seem to want my pity, I clearly was gonna give her any signs showing that I have pity for her. I did. We had the coldest conversation possible and sadly, it was the warmest conversation I could have with her. She started, which kinda caught me off guard, 'Hey, dickbag.'

I pity her so much, I almost forgot how bad her personality was, I replied with 'Hey, gremlin.' We got along, but the thing was, we had so much history, it was hard for us to forget what we did to each other, mostly what I did to her. That cheeky little rascal responded with a chuckle, 'Flattery is not going to get you anywhere.'. Um, alright, ouch. 'You know that I want why you to stay, not just because its my wish to die with you, right?'.

I kept silent, whatever I could say next was clearly going to make things worse. She scooched closer towards me, lowered her head and cupped my face with her hand. 'I forgive you for everything you have ever done to me, but I surely won't forget them. There is one thing I haven't forgiven you for, yet.' She was still looking at me but I didn't have the balls to make eye contact. 'You made me weak, Tyler Galpin. I was fine without you, and you made me weak. You are clearly unaware, but I still have feelings for you. How can you you be so blind-'. 

Crap, as if I wasn't guilty enough. Her voice was cracking, she was stuttering and choking up tears. I didn't think it was possible for it to actually feel hot in a car so cold, there was no way I could make it up to her. To think my actions hurt her so much that she just brought it up all of a sudden. Heavily breathing, she let out a few more words 'This is why I don't want you to leave, I didn't think I could feel anything until I met you. I have never, ever-'

I had to do it, I had to cut her off, there was nothing else that felt right, nothing. I had to shatter the conversation with a kiss. Why. Why oh why. How was that the only way? There was no way I could get out of there, all I wanted to do was to make her shut up. She wasn't stopping, in fact she stupidly did not give a damn, she was using tongue, using force, and fuck, I had to go on. 

I never noticed it, the thought never crossed my mind, her luxurious lips, they looked juicy as frick when wet. I knew that if I stopped the action, I would have to deal with the bickering and guilt. I felt like a coward, though, it did feel good. I'd have to satisfy her for as long as possible, I was not interested in continuing the dialogue. I kept throwing my tongue through her mouth, and down her throat, if I was going to nail her, I might as well enjoy it for god's sake.

I sucked on her mouth, and later her neck, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her head closer towards me, I sucked on her soft skin, feeling up the warmth, she stretched her neck in order to feel the full effect of my mouth and tongue. Moving my hands, one on her shoulder and one on the back of her head, I stroke and caressed her hair, I twisted her thick braids as she gasps. Like a kitten, I heard her purr, she released quiet, little moans as her face reddened.

It's been a while since I've felt this way, a while since I've heard sounds as such. I stopped and looked down at her neck, I saw a small bruise, a hickey, a mark that makes her mine. Shit. I couldn't stay silent for long, I unbuttoned her shirt, hoping that she wouldn't bother to stop me, when it's finally open, I spread both sides over her shoulders. 

I put both of my legs up and made my knees sink into the seat cushions, I pulled her closer and started nipping and biting her chest, she put an arm on my back and began to remove my clothing with her other hand. I fell back, as she fell on top of me, I unhooked her bra and sucked on her clavicle. I felt her bare chest against mine. She moved up, allowing me to move my hand down to her chest, I clutched on her breast and shifted my mouth to it.

My other hand didn't remain on top, it held onto her waist and removed her skirt as she took off the rest of both our clothing, leaving the two of us nude. I squeezed her skin, it was burning up, the heat was unimaginable, I lifted my cock, looking at her waist, watching our hips knock together, she spread her legs, making me fling a hand onto her thigh. Her body felt warm against mine.

She pressed on my neck as I continued squeezing her leg, being aware that we have both stripped down, I began to slide the head of my dick up her entrance, her opening, I clearly was not in the mood to be classy, I slid it up her damn pussy. Her body remained hot as melted glass, my penis went inside smoothly, fuck, I really can't complain about the lack of moisture. She watched her crotch sink onto it.

Our naked bodies were stuck together, she tasted sweet and her actions were soft, yet feisty, her moves were sharp and tender at the same time. That night, we bathed on the floor of the car with body fluids, we felt the heat in the coldest place ever, the actions were anal, sloppy and enjoyable. I only did it to shut her up, but it didn't mean I couldn't bring pleasure for myseld out of this, I gasped at every soft moan she let out. I allowed her to lick and choke on whatever she desired, and it all felt right. 

***

The two of us eventually sat up, panting like wet dogs, I had my back on the side of the car, she had hers on top of my chest. Both our bodies have turned fleshly pink, at the moment. I waited for her next move, and that's when she spoke up, she was still breathing heavily, but she managed to forge words 'What does this mean?' I looked down at her, 'We do this, then what? Are we supposed to talk about this?'.

I didn't feel as guilty anymore, I suppose I made it up to her, 'To be honest, I never had feelings for you, I'm sure you know that. And I don't expect you to believe me, but there was a spark there, I was turned on...sexually. I expected this from myself, after all, I am an animal. Don't get me wrong, all I felt was the intercourse, and I blame myself for that.'

'Well, you should' she replied, 'I'd be disappointed if you haven't pleased me that way. So, it's just that... you feel attraction towards me sexually or none at all. I knew you did it just to shut me up. You sly fox. I don't expect you to feel any romantic attraction, after all, how can you?' She got up and sat on the seats. 'You said there was a spark, did you happen to consider being in a romantic relationship with me?'

I looked up at her, I bet I looked stupid. 'Of course I did,' I idiotically responded. 'For like a millisecond. I don't- I don't love you, Wednesday. I care about you, but I sure the hell don't love you.' Surprisingly, she smiled at me at chuckled, 'I'll make you love me, Tyler Galpin. I'll make you love me the same way you made me love you.'

We both got dressed and exited the car. I looked at her, she looked at me, I felt like an idiot and I knew I should have. She sighed, I felt guilty for that sigh. 'Sorry about that...' I looked at her, with a face of confusion. 'What are you sorry for?' Wednesday turned to me and replied. 'Saying that I'll make you love me, I must have creeped you out there. I'd hate it, but since that's what you want... we should remain just friends. I should have cut off whatever feelings I had for you immediately, I'm  sorry.'.

What the damn fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn't I have loved her? She obviously deserved everything in the world. I felt like the stupidest guy ever, I was a horrible person. I could have given her the love she deserved, but I just don't believe that I haven't felt any attraction towards her at all. I wanted to just tell her some lie, give her the meaningless messages she deserved to believe, I knew for sure I was the worst person alive, a terrible human being. I swear, I have changed, I didn't get why couldn't stop feeling the way I did that moment. 

She clearly has feelings for me, why would she suddenly say that she wanted to just be friends because of me. I was awfully grateful for that, but I can't stand the fact that she's such a good person and that she was actually willing to give up everything she thought we had and everything we could've had. She's such a good person, a saint, an angel, why couldn't I have been the same thing for her? I wanted to love her, I really did, but I couldn't, I just couldn't. 

Why did it have to be so hard to do something so simple? She was a great person, she clearly loved me, it shouldn't have been hard to do the same. I was a coward, I was stupid, sadly, she still loved me, no matter how dumb I always was. I wish I could've loved her the way she loved me, it seemed so easy. I just didn't love her, but I should have, I definitely should have. I didn't understand why I had to be this way. 

I'm positive she knows that not only did I do it all to shut her up, but to also satisfy her and to ease my pain. Well, it surely didn't leave a dent in what I had in mind. I doubt I satisfied her, I mean I'm sure I did, but the emotional scars and damage will never heal. Did it help me avoid the guilt I was feeling? Hell no, it made me feel even worse. What kind of person would have sex with someone and tell them that they stil didn't give a damn about their feelings? Me. I'm that kind of person, I'm a jerk and a coward. I hated every action and regretted every second of it.

I wanted to love her, if I did, it wouldn't have felt right. It would've felt wrong, unreasonable, just wrong. It would've been because of guilt, I didn't want to love her because of a stupid reason as such. Guilt is never a proper reason to love someone, I can't just love her because I don't have a choice, it was horrible to think that I actually considered it. I was sorry, everything I did was terrible, I regretted it all, I wish I loved her for just a split second, even a second would do. Even though I may say that I had a reason to love her, it didn't feel right at all, I couldn't do so because of guilt. I couldn't tell someone that I loved them only because I would have felt guilty not to. It was wrong, I just couldn't do it, why did I have to be such an asshole?

Without realizing it, I was standing still there, frozen. I didn't want to be just friends and I sure the hell didn't want to date her. My face went all dark, I slammed my hands on Wednesday's shoulders and lowered my head. 'What is wrong with me? Why can't I love you the way you love me? You don't deserve this, you deserve better. I can't love you, I never will. I'm sorry, I don't get why I'm such an idiot. Please, tell me what I can do to make it up to you.' My hands slid down her shoulders and to her wrists, I was on my knees. That was just how desperate I was."